After he said this, Wang Jie was completely stunned, staring at his own body with disbelief written all over his face.
"Is it really that terrifying?"
"Of course, I've already told you, haven't I? Don't hold it in, don't hold it in. When it's time to let out, you should relax properly."
"I thought you and Sister Wang might do something, so my massage might have been a lot less work."
"However, judging by your current state, it seems I'll have to take care of the things Sister Wang can't handle. Otherwise, I'm really afraid you'll burst a blood vessel and die suddenly."
Swallowing hard, Wang Jie stopped talking.
Because the more he listened to Sun Qing, the more sense she made, and he even started to feel not at all averse to deep feelings, not even a bit embarrassed.
This feeling was very strange. In the past, he never felt this way with Zhang Yanhong, Zhang Jianing, or any other women; it was as if they were already a married couple and he had long been used to it.
